April Sixth. All had our wings clipped.
Dreamed stripped.
5 strict covid convicts on a mission for ice-cream
on our one trip out of the house.
Elementary.
Things were going well until 2020.
Had a place in life
Not too much, just plenty
Sliding gently into middle-age
While my fickle ways paved the way to lazy pay days.
That's probably all over now.
Thanks to this Covid now.
The dream's burst. Now its all blurred
First World, Third World
What's the difference cursed girl?
My consumption thirst is cured
Couldn't spend a penny even if I wanted to,
And these four walls would all look the same.
We and the kids march for Ice-Cream. Act the Clown.
Get our crazy pavement dances down.
Flowers picked and branches found.
They're closing those bank branches down.
Uh Oh. Other family approaching now.
We cross the road, cast glances down.
I shout 'We're all friends out here in Blanchardstown'
Met with scowls and hard frowns.
I just shrug. The tension is getting to all of us a little I guess.
Kids are finding funny faces.
But my minds in other places.
The laptop sends it's non-stop messages
Today's lesson is, passive aggressiveness
Business balancing on the precipice of collapse.
And I'm trying hard not to let it.
Work pressure Looms tall.
Back track from the snack shop. Onto a zoom call.
Must be Coffee number 4.
Kids in bed. Then work some more.
1 hour TV, bed late, then up again.
April 6. April 7. April 8. April 9. April 10.
And so on. And so on. And so on again.
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